So hopefully not cliche American in Paris stuff because hey, if you're not Adam Gopnik, then why try?

jeudi, mars 11, 2010

If I Were A Rich Girl

I often daydream about what I would do if I were rich. I imagine the palaces I would stay in, the restaurants I would dine in, the houses I would buy and alternate living in, and, most often, the clothes I would wear.

First, one of the houses :

Photo from Vogue of Olya and Charles Thomson's NY Brownstone

Isn't it a lovely mix of clean whites and splashes of blue with all those luscious rich carpets? And the mirror - wow. Plus, I love a bay window. I don't know why, but in French, a bay window is called "bow-window". I suspect someone down the line wrote it down wrong and it stuck. Well, that's my theory anyway.

As for hotels, I have been lucky to have stayed in some pretty top-tier addresses on business trips (which is totally the way to go, even if you spend a large portion of the time fantasizing about being there with your honey, and oh, how the two of you could get creative in that bathtub the size of your living room...) and on one such trip, I had the chance to visit this one. I vowed on the spot I would come back someday and stay there.

That is a motherfucking gold feather coat, ladies and gentlemen, from Alexander McQueen's last collection, and a crazy-ass but gorgeous red and black satin dress from his 2009-2010 Autumn-Winter prêt-à-porter collection.

I might tone down the lipstick, though. That is a bit much even for me.